When we lived in the city, we used to turn off the lights, draw the blinds and disconnect the doorbell (every time it rang, the dogs would go ballistic), but we'd still occasionally get kids coming to the door. The front door had cutout windows--one at head level, one at waist level. As the kids would approach the darkened house, our mostly white setter, Gauge, would quietly stand on his hind legs to look out the lower window. We'd hear the footsteps outside stop as they saw the spooky head in the window, then kids screaming about the ghost in the window as they ran back down the drive!

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